Kieran's POV
Standing outside the bar on the outskirts of the North Pack, I grumble under my breath. I am getting so tired of these back-door, seedy bar meetings. But it is the only place that these rebels are willing to meet.
Walking in through the back door of the bar, the smell of rogues hits my nose, immediately causing it to wrinkle. I pretend like it doesn't bother me as I walk to the back room of the bar. I push the door open, the smell of vanilla hits my nose, and my wolf, Karr, begins to jump around excitedly in my mind.
'Mate!' Karr says with excitement.
'We don't have time for a mate,' I try to explain to Karr, but he is not listening to me.
I attempt to push him to the back of my mind, but he is too strong. He demands to stay at the forefront in my mind. Intern
